The Bullet (Tokyo Nightclub)

[Anna Leigh Williams]

Sorin nodded in agreement. "Yeah... Probably should go home..." He looked back at the woman, "Hey... What's your name...?" He asked her. She smiled. "I am Jacinta. Good luck..." She said, before turning and walking away. Sorin watched as she walked away. There was something about her... As if, he knew her... He shook his head. 

"Well... This was a weird night..." He said. "Had the weirdest hallucinations... Apparently I was dancing with someone who wasn't there..." He rubbed the back of his neck, laughing a little. "I feel fine, though..." He shrugged. 

"Where are Steve and Wilson...?" he asked.

[Lei Wulong]

"Well... This was a weird night... Had the weirdest hallucinations... Apparently I was dancing with someone who wasn't there... I feel fine, though..."

"Yeah... get some sleep." Zakk places a hand on Sorin's shoulder.  "It should wear off soon."

"Where are Steve and Wilson...?"

"So, are we leaving?" Steve asks.

"Yeah.  We are."

"Aww... well... I respect your decision." Wilson added.

"I have to work tomorrow, anyway... though I go in later... instead of earlier."

[SpanishBoye]

The door of the Nightclub swung open, as A male entered it. It was Miguel, who wanted to unwind a little, for a change of pace. He stepped into the nightclub, and looked around a little.. Before walking further in.

Soon enough, he sat down on a stool at the bar, and leaned on the counter a little. For now, just trying to decide on what to try.

[Lei Wulong]

Steve arrived at the bar after a long day of fighting and gambling.  He sighed as this was what he had been reduced to.  After the war happened, Steve wasn't able to get much steady employment as his boxing matches were all cancelled.  However, he still vows to crush the Mishima Zaibatsu, inside and outside as Jin Kazama had made it even easier.

It was nice to meet his cousins and family from his mother's side, but his adopted family will always be family to him.  Steve took a seat at the bar, taking notice of a familiar face.  There was something familiar about this Spanish guy.  

[SpanishBoye]

When Steve sat down, Miguel tore his gaze away from the drink card he was looking at to see who just sat down nearby.. Eyeing the blonde boxer for a few seconds. Indeed, these two had met before. Just to make sure, he decided to speak up.

"Oi', man. Have we met somewhere before?"

[Lei Wulong]

Steve looked at the Spaniard who had asked him the question.  It seems like this man knew that there was something quite familiar about the two, as well.  Perhaps... maybe he has seen him on TV.  He wasn't one of his boxing opponents, and he most certainly wasn't the syndicate.  

"Yah, I do believe we might have met before." Steve replied.  "I'm not sure where, but I know I have seen you before."

[SpanishBoye]

He raised his hand, and shook it a bit, while looking at the bar, as if he was trying to find the answer. Snapping his fingers a few times, before saying a soft 'Ah..' and looking back at Steve.

"Were you ever at any of those uh.. King of iron fist tournements, or something..?"

[Lei Wulong]

"Yah. I was a participant in the last three tournaments that were held. I plan on joining the next one that's being held." He said as a matter-of-fact. "I also was a middle-weight boxing champion in the world, until the war started. I've been kind of out of the boxing game for quite some time now."

So if this guy was a spectator or tournament participant, it would be interesting to meet another fellow participant. Hopefully, he understood his sentiments about the Mishima Zaibatsu.

[SpanishBoye]

The man nodded as he listened to Steve speak. It was quite a coincidence to see another partaker of the tournement.

"Three? I've only been in the last two. Guess you got one up over me, eh?" He said, as he reached over a bit to extend his hand to the man. "Miguel."

[Lei Wulong]

"Yes, indeed.  I'm almost considered a veteran at this point."  Steve chuckled to himself.  "I had no idea they'd announce so many tournaments in the same year.  Hardly give us time to prepare."

When Miguel reached over, Steve took his hand, shaking it.  "Steve Fox."

[SpanishBoye]

He gave the boxer a firm handshake, before sliding back into his chair. "So. You came here for a drink, I imagine? If you have a recommendation, spit it. I'm not seeing anything familiar on the drink card."

[Lei Wulong]

Steve lets go as his new friend then asked him about what drink he recommends.  Steve took a seat next to the Spanish fighter and answered his question with, "I actually very much like rum.  Pretty good stuff." He tips his glass.

"I hate that they keep holding tournaments within a span of months from each other.  It doesn't give me much time to train.  It's a bit bothersome and annoying."

[SpanishBoye]

He decided to go with it, and quickly pass it along to the bartender after Steve finished talking. Then, while waiting for his drink, looked back at him.

"I don't mind to much. Matter of fact, I love it. It gives me a better chance of finding that rat-bastard, Kazama.."

[Lei Wulong]

"Eh.  True.  I've heard that he went missing.  He's probably hiding.  After all, you need to have serious bullocks to declare war on the world.  I guess he realized that he was losing and ran away."  Steve muttered.  "I don't doubt he can resist the opportunity to kill his father and grandfather in the tournament.  He might be popping up, soon."

He then raises his glass in the air.  "Cheers to stopping the bastard Kazama!"

[SpanishBoye]

"I wouldn't be so optimistic, if I were you.."

Miguel watched the bartender finally set down his glass, before turning his gaze back to Steve.

"After all, we don't know if he's gone for good, and the war is still going on. Little early for celebrations."